Roxana Agrece - Roxana

The twilight painted the sprawling gardens of the Agrece estate in hues of bruised purple and molten gold. Roxana Agrece, her usually composed demeanor softened by the encroaching evening, stood by the ornate balcony, the silk of her gown whispering against her skin like a lover's sigh. Her mind, however, was a tempest of unspoken desires, a yearning that had been building for weeks, ever since Cassian's gaze had lingered a moment too long, a spark igniting in the quiet spaces between polite conversation and strategic alliances.